And, to prove that wasn't jealousy...
Yes, I've been writing. A little.
Fine. Not very much at all, truth be told. It's one of those things where I have to buckle down, which I hate doing. But it's also one of those things where I start reworking earlier scenes which are structurally complete when I have three scenes which need endings, ten scenes that need middles, and about two hundred thousand scenes which need starts.
So when it says I wrote a hundred and fifty words... well, it's less disappointing for one reason: I wrote more than that tiny number implies. But given I didn't work on the scene I'm trying to work on (which is the scene where Hent Jakpa is rescued from thugs and then gives starts talking cryptic. This makes no sense to you; it's for my own benefit, so when in a year from now when I look to see what I was working on a year ago and find out hey, it was the same thing I was working on now, at least I'll be informed about the level of my work avoidence), and I still didn't spend nearly enough time writing today regardless of how well I spent the writing time.
There's part of me that thinks I should put this project down, work on one of the fifty other projects I've got in my head, and come back to it. But anyone can start a project and then just wander away. If I'm going to get anywhere in this world, I need to hold on and finish this damn thing.
Come on; I'm a runner. I have endurance. I can do this. Right?
I almost said "that wasn't sour grapes" in the Subject line.
Then I remembered how much I dislike people misusing "sour grapes", and felt the shame.